Here we are in the middle of July. It’s always a big month for me with my birthday and Fourth of July celebrations. I decided to skip the party this year in favor of getting spoiled by Matt. Long-distance relationships definitely have their perks. Those perks for me are dinners out and fun-filled quality weekends.
I am spoiled rotten. Matt took me to Nobu in Newport Beach, and I have to say it might be my favorite restaurant of all time, next to the Blue Agave that used to exist way back in the day in Santa Barbara. Nobu is NOT cheap, but you definitely get what you pay for. It’s not like I can go to Nobu any old time I feel like, so this was a real treat. I love the Japanese design of the restaurant, the curving staircase with the hanging lamps, the view, and of course, the melt-in-your-mouth popcorn-flavored beef and crazy yummy drinks and desert.
When Matt is in town, we go out. Sometimes Bug and her boyfriend come too. I love it. It was fun to dress up with my crazy bombshell acid-blonde hair and pretend I’m a kept woman. The rest of the month I’m a stressed-out, single mom boss bitch who works all the time.
The blonde bombshell look is fun, but I’m excited about cutting off this feathery mess. I might just stay short forever. I recently found a new hairstylist in San Clemente near where I work for Rasta Taco, and I LOVE HER!!! I love my old stylist too, but this new girl knows how to cut hair in the Jayne Edo style that I’ve been following on Instagram for about a year now, and it was so great to meet a kindred spirit. Short, short, and shorter! I love the way the back doesn’t touch my neck. This cut is called a Bixie (Brixie for me) but I think I’m going full pixie next time. Be gone Blonde feathery mess! Then we can talk about Wolfies and Mullets…
And Speaking of San Clemente, I have to show you the latest truck wrap I designed. We call it the Chicken Bus because it was inspired by the Chicken Buses of Guatemala. This one was a hard one. I had to work with another creative director to get my boss’s full vision but now that it’s done, I love it so much! It looks so rad showing up to parties. If anyone needs a truck wrap, hit me up. I’m looking to diversify!
In other news, Cody got a DIY bath! I found the cutest little do-it-yourself dog-washing shop in Costa Mesa. (I wanted to tie in my hair and how owners and dogs look alike, but we’re moving on from hair news.) Cody has been a stinky dog for quite a while now. I’ve been trying to save money, and since he weighs 107 pounds, grooming him can be quite expensive. I don’t have a yard or a garden hose, so bathing him outside is out, and my bathroom and shower are not really conducive to large dog grooming. So he stunk. Then I found this place, and it only cost us $23 to wash and dry. What a deal!! It was hard to get all his fur completely dry, and he left a bit damp, but he’s sooooo much cleaner. No more gross greasy, smelly dog. I love him.
That’s all the news for now! Happy July!
Hello Internet People! It is a good day to update this blog! I have so much news but not very much news at the same time. You will be happy to know that I have fully bounced back after my funk of a few months. I feel stronger than ever, and every other day I seem to be changing my avatars to reflect this new crazy blondness I have taken on. It is a brand! Who knew?
It’s brought me so much freedom and joy. Who knew the silliest thing of reversing my coloring would snap me out of my funk? I took something I was proud of (my silver hair and devotion to natural beauty bla bla bla) and shot it all to hell—fried crispy blonde hair—my complete opposite.
It’s temporary. I am plotting the next hair move and checking my roots daily to see if it’s time because I am not re-touching. Nope. I’m cutting it off into a spiky pixie, and I can’t wait for that day. I’ve rocked a pixie before. It’s one of my favorite looks, double chin and all.
But while I’m blonde, I am having more fun! I hate that that saying is true. Why is it that being so unnatural-looking is considered beautiful? Why do men love acid-washed hair? Is it because we conform to a cliched formula that comes out of a bottle, or is it because lighter hair gets my eyes more attention? I’m hoping it’s the latter.
But I am not above pretending to be Marilyn Monroe. Nope. I am shallow and vain and loving every minute. Reading is sexy, no? Especially with a cat on your lap. Don’t even start with the pussy cat jokes…
CC has been in town off and on, and this last week we dressed up and went out to the theatre to see Six. It was SO GOOD. I’ve had a subscription to the South Coast Performing Arts Center for a few years, and lately, getting myself through two acts of singing and dancing has been harder and harder. I don’t know, the last show I went to was Chicago, and it just didn’t do it for me. I was yawning and thinking it was time to go to bed long before intermission. So when CC said she wanted to go to SIX, I was intrigued. She was excited and couldn’t believe I had tickets. So off we went!
Early, of course, because we love to take photos and the theatre is an architectural beauty. I have to say; CC is an excellent photographer. Look at her capturing all those angles and making me look fabulous. We had a blast. My brother has moved on and gotten remarried, but CC will always be family to me. She is my sister for life. Thank you, Brother, for picking such a fabulous girl.
We always have a good time together. After the show, we hit the silent disco (for free!) and took some photos with drag queens because that’s what we do! It was so much fun.
Oh, here is a picture of La Jolla, totally out of context. This is from the weekend after. Bug convinced me to drive her down to La Jolla for no reason at all. I don’t see Bug as much now that she’s seventeen and all grown up with a serious boyfriend, so when she begs me to drive her somewhere, I take advantage of the bonding time. She’s still my girl.
She’s gone now with her dad on their annual trip to Northern California. They plan it every year, and they miss my birthday every year. Last year I put my foot down because I was turning fifty but this year, eh. I don’t care. Fifty-one is no big thing. AND, Matt is coming to visit, so I’m super excited to spend time with him.
Can you believe it? It’s been a year since the “Let’s Get Old and Be Fabulous” party. It was such a flop of a party (I’m only admitting this now because I did not have the funds to throw such a party, and how vain and self-centered could I be?) BUT! I met up with Matt after thirty-some years, so it’s one of the best things that’s come out of my mid-life crisis.
It’s been a crazy year.
I’m working more and more, and two of my clients have me working in their offices, which makes getting work done so much more efficient. I’m still an independent contractor, but having a regular job that I dress up for and kick ass at feels good. I really feel like I’m coming into my own. I’ve worked for myself for ages, but this last year has been pivotal. I think I’m finally respecting myself. It’s a weird concept.
I’ve been listening to Julia Louis-Dreyfus’s new podcast Wiser Than Me , and it’s motivated me so much! I could rattle on for days about the things that have cheered me on. One of her guests said that our fifties are the best years, and I think it’s true. Fifty is such a blessing! It’s old but not decaying yet. It’s the twenties of the older years. It’s so much fun. I’m sure I’ll make a mess of errors just like I did in my twenties, but I will enjoy it.
I only have one day to work for myself, but I am working on my next book, Peg. You know what it’s about: Being rejected and realizing that you are still good, wise, and valuable enough. This is my newest passion that I will take into elementary schools, and I hope I can help kids with this. I know it might be a better book for fifty-year-olds, but I love illustrating kids’ books so that’s what it will be. Just like “It’s Not About You, Little Hoo,” (which is about being left out), this book is another hard lesson turned into a book
It takes me a while to be happy for those hard lessons that slap me in the face, but here I am.
I’m happy again. Thank you, Internet People, for cheering me on. I appreciate you. If you have stories from your fifties, I’d love to hear them! Let’s get old and be fabulous and live to tell the tale!